Wow.  Said our goodbyes, promised to come and show off Sprog in the Fall.  Hugged.  Said goodbye. Because, yes, everything’s looking fine, hearts beating, embryos measuring on target for 8w4d. Normally, graduation day would be a day of tossing pills and syringes every which way, but given my history, my doc is keeping me on [...]

We got home safely, though it was a rather unpleasant drive for me.  Between morning sickness (or in my case, afternoon sickness), motion sickness, cramping, and a desperate need to drink things and then immediately pee them out, the 6 hours in the car were not my favorite  hours of the trip.  But it was [...]

there’s a reason I made up that chart.  I thought it was just a contest between Shady Grove and CCRM, but the boy thinks that with Chicago’s “guarantees” they are looking better and better, despite their low #s of transfers.  I’ll be calling them tomorrow for a few more bits of information, and to see [...]

And I’m not going in to the RE’s today.  Why? you ask.  Because I want to have two extra days under my belt (ahem) when I do go under the wand, so that I have a better chance of seeing something encouraging. Besides, I think Dr. Bigshot is in today and tomorrow, whereas I know [...]

…which is, of course, bad news. It is not, however, the worst news.  Doc feels confidant that this is the remains of a chemical pregnancy, NOT an ectopic in process.  He said that if my numbers next week start rising up into the 30s, 4os, 50s, then we might have to reevaluate, but that this [...]

So I got to work and immediately started looking for my box of meds that should have been delivered this morning. Nothing. I ate lunch, and jumped every time the bell rang but it was never anyone except a bunch of people wanting to come into the library before we’re open.  So I called the pharmacy.  [...]

Got a call from the clinic to give me my estradiol numbers – 932 – and to tell me not to bother to come in tomorrow morning, but wait til Friday morning. Shit.  This is not looking good. Didn’t hear from the stupid mail-order company today, so I don’t know if anything went through.  Don’t [...]

…and we’re still holding out at least another day before triggering. Dr. Bigshot was my doctor.  Again.  And he was 2 hours late.  Again.  Ask me how much I care about his presentation.  Answer: Not even a little tiny bit. He wouldn’t tell me how many follicles he was looking at, though there were certainly [...]

Though it was another appointment with Dr. Bigshot.  Making me happy I stuck to my guns and forced my doctor to deal with my questions last week.  Argh. Anyway, my pathology report came back from the D&C, and it was as suspected, nothing cancerous, nothing but what he expected to see.   This morning’s appointment [...]

…as it seemed this afternoon.  Ok, apologies for the earlier freak-out.  At about 3 or so, I finally got in touch with my doctor.  My real doctor.  The doctor who actually seems to care whether or not I lose my mind during this process.  Which still might happen. He does not yet have the pathology [...]